HE WOULD NEVER DO IT, NOT TO ME

She hated everything he stood for, hated the man the world saw. They did not understand the order behind the chaos, the sense behind the madness. Wanting to save a man unsaveable, stuck in his ways, selfish and unbothered by the bloodshed.

Once upon a time she feared him, avoided his path, moved through the city to avoid his glare, avoided his violence.

Now fueled by it, she relished in this disorder of insensibility.

He would never do that to me. An echo she recited to herself through many of incidents where his gun found…